![]() ![]() "That's what you want, that's what I give you," Guumat said. "Two wanderers in Tazmagor, tired but happy." I want to remember this the way it really was." She smiled at Malingo. "You wear something much more ladylike, huh? We got nice things. "Yes, of course," said Candy, and dug in the pocket of her brightly patterned trousers, held up with a belt of woven biffel-reeds, and pulled out some coins, sorting through them to give Guumat the paterzem. "He's politely telling us we look like vagabonds," Malingo said. Hats?" Guumat asked them, glancing at them up and down. "We can afford that," Candy said to Malingo. ![]() ![]() "Two paterzem," said the father, gently pressing his offspring aside so as to close the sale. ![]() "You like to be pictured by the great Guumat?" the youth said to Malingo. His assistant, a youth who shared his father's coxcomb hair and lightly striped blue-and-black skin, was parading a board on which examples of Guumat the Elder's photos were pinned. He'd hung a crudely painted backcloth from a couple of poles and set his camera, a massive device mounted on a polished wood tripod, in front of it. The Tazmagorian market was in full swing, and in the middle of all this buying and selling a photographer called Guumat had set up a makeshift studio. They were walking down a street in Tazmagor, where-this being on the island of Qualm Hah-it was Nine O'clock in the Morning. Let's get our photograph taken," Candy said to Malingo. Abarat: Days of Magic, Nights of War (rack) ![]()
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